Medieval Monday with Ruth A. Casie

Welcome back to week three of Medieval Monday with our theme of Family. Today I’m delighted to welcome Ruth A. Casie to share an excerpt from The Guardian’s Witch – Book 1 of the Stelton Legacy

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“You didn’t tell me you traveled with a private army.”

Alex gave Jamie a wide smile. “I hope they get to know you and your men as I do, but right now, Jamie, tell them what your man found.”

The brothers relaxed and found places to sit. Alex noted how easily they seemed to fit in with Jamie’s men. He also noted they didn’t let their guard down.

“Mitchell has detained the king’s protectors and their men in a dungeon in Ravencroft. He holds them prisoner and has them believing they’re being held and ransomed by us,” said Jamie. “He plans to liberate the men and organize them and their followers in a march on Scotland.”

The excerpt continues! Next week Ruth will be here: Ashley York

You can catch last week’s excerpt here: Sherry Ewing

And you can find out what Eleanor and Will are getting up to on Ruth’s blog here https://www.RuthACasie.blogspot.com 

Commenters each week will be entered into a drawing for a free digital copy of THE GUARDIAN’S WITCH.

Blurb: The Guardian’s Witch – Book 1 of the Stelton Legacy

Will he come in time or must she trust in her magic and risk exposure as a witch to save them both?

England, 1290

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

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Medieval Monday week two. Welcoming Cathy MacRae

I’m delighted to welcome Cathy MacRae to the blog this week and to share an excerpt from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride

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“Beannachdan.” Donal lifted his goblet to Caelen who slowly stood.

“I am honored to join our clans. May there be blessings on both our houses. Beannachdan air ar taighean” He lifted his goblet to the people. “Slàinte mhath!”

“Slàinte mhor!” the crowd roared as drinking vessels clinked and the toast became the finality on the announcement and her future.

The heated room shortened her breath, and Arbela sank slowly to her seat, hiding her unsteady hands in a fold of her scarf. She bumped against Bram who stared at her with big, questioning eyes. Struggling for a smile, Arbela leaned her head close to his.

To read this week’s excerpt from A Wager for the Widow, visit Cathy’s blog https://www.cathymacraeauthor.com

Catch last week’s excerpt here: https://sherryewing.com/blog/

Follow Cathy to next week’s blog here: https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com

Don’t forget – Commenters each week will be entered into a drawing for a free copy of Cathy’s ebook, The Highlander’s Crusader Bride!

Blurb:

Born in the Holy Land only a few years after the Third Crusade, half-Armenian, half-Scot Arbela MacLean is a true daughter of the desert, beautiful and untamed. Trained to be a warrior to avoid her gentle mother’s fate, Arbela has honed her skills with Turkish bow and arrow, sword and throwing darts—and dreads the day her father choses a man for her to marry.

After more than thirty years in the Holy Land, Donal MacLean, Baron of Batroun, is recalled to Scotland, the last son available to take up leadership of clan MacLean. He brings with him knights, treasure, trade—and a daughter of marriageable age.
Caelen MacKern, known as the Bull of the Highlands, is cynical about women. His first marriage formed an alliance, and he did not grieve when his spoiled, immature bride passed away. He has agreed to marry again—against his better judgement—for the men, means and coin to recover from a devastating pestilence that all but wiped out his clan.

Though more than a little resentful at finding himself forced to remarry, Caelen’s proposal to Donal MacLean’s headstrong daughter nevertheless piques her interest. Each will receive what they want most from life—the ability to live as they please without interference from a meddling spouse. But their marriage of indifference will soon change to one of passion that neither Arbela nor Caelen could have predicted.

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Medieval Monday- Welcoming Barbara Bettis

Welcome to the first in a brand new Medieval Monday blog hop.

Today I’m delighted to welcome Barbara Bettis to the blog with an excerpt from

SILVERHAWK   — Knights of Destiny

You can find my excerpt from A Wager for the Widow on Barbara’s blog

www.barbarabettis.blogspot.com

 

He’s everything a proper lady should never want; she’s everything a bastard mercenary can never have.

Sir Giles has come to England to kill his father, who seduced and betrayed his mother. First, however, he’ll seek sweet revenge—kidnap the old lord’s new betrothed. But when Giles uncovers a plot against King Richard, he faces a dilemma: take the lady or track the traitors. What’s a good mercenary to do? Both, of course.

Lady Emelin has had enough. Abandoned in a convent by her brother, she finally has a chance for home and family. Yet now she’s been abducted. Her kidnapper may be the image of her dream knight, but she won’t allow him to spoil this betrothal. Her only solution: escape

Rescuing the intrepid lady—while hunting traitors—is a challenge Giles couldn’t anticipate.  But the greatest challenge to Giles and Emelin is the fire blazing between them.

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(After not setting her eyes on her brother for years after he consigned her to a convent, Emelin at last comes face-to-face with Garley when he arrives for her wedding to the man he’s sold her to.)

Garley’s eyes blazed hatred when they landed on her and sent her spiraling back to a childhood fear. Against her will, the old uncertainty seared her new confidence. Would he force her to Compton if she didn’t satisfy Lord Osbert? Sell her to another rich lord? What would such a man be like? Lord Osbert, at least, was a known entity. And the child, Margaret. Emelin couldn’t leave her alone. Who knew what mischief she would get up to, just to gain attention?

Please leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of SILVERHAWK. And follow along next week at Ashley York’s blog: https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/blog

If you’d like to buy a copy you can get hold of Silverhawk here Buy Link: SILVERHAWK

Medieval Monday – Families

It’s almost time for another series of Medieval Monday posts.  If you’ve only just joined me, here’s how it works.  Each week I’ll be sharing an excerpt from a Medieval romance by a guest author, and she’ll be sharing an excerpt from my book on her blog.

The blog hop will run for eight weeks (taking us to Christmas Eve).  I’ll be sharing the buy links so if any of the books tempt you – and there are some great ones to choose from – you can get hold of a copy.

For my book I’ve chosen an excerpt from A Wager for the Widow.  It’s an older book and one I love.  It’s set in Midwinter to get you into the Christmas mood.  The hero is based on the delectable Alexander Skarsgard)

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Yum! He’d win the wager in no time if I had any say!

and the heroine is an independent widow who doesn’t want to spend Christmas with her parents.

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“I suppose a kiss of gratitude is out of the question?” 

Widowed Lady Eleanor Peyton has chosen a life of independence. Living alone on her rocky coastal outcrop, she’s cut herself off from the world of men—until William Rudhale saves her life and demands a kiss! 

As steward to Lady Eleanor’s father, Will knows the desire he burns with is futile—but he’ll still wager he can claim Eleanor’s kiss by midwinter. Yet when the tide turns Will realizes vulnerable Eleanor is far too precious to gamble with. Can he win his lady before it’s too late?

If you can’t wait for the excerpts you can get hold of a copy here viewbook.at/WagerforWidow

 

 

Medieval Monday – a bit of a cheat.

Happy Monday (weren’t they a band or am I showing my age now?)

I haven’t got a Medieval Monday post lined up for today so I’m cheating by sharing an interview I did for Books and Winegums.  It’s a fab blog which covers all sorts of books, not just romance or history. Check out my interview then have a look at some of the other articles too.

via An Interview with … Elisabeth Hobbes

First Kiss Friday with guest Elisabeth Hobbes

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Welcome to another First Kiss Friday! Today’s guest is the fabulous Elisabeth Hobbes who has been here a time or two especially with our Medieval Monday blog hop. Today Elisabeth has an excerpt from Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight. Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!

 Excerpt:

They watched each other, eyes locked in challenge. They were standing closer than they had been in the river. Much closer. He could smell the slight scent of lavender, which made him want to bury his face in the soft spot behind her ear to see if she was the source of it. The room seemed to grow hotter as the intensity of her gaze held him fast.

‘What would happen to you if I told the prioress?’ Gui asked. ‘You really didn’t want me to admit to having met you, did you? I think you weren’t supposed to be there.’

It was…

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Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight sneak peek

Medieval Monday has finished for the time being but I don’t want to leave you with nothing to read so I’m sharing a short excerpt from my new book Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight getBook.at/ForbiddenKnight

He’s her enemy…

…and she must not fall for him!

When her mistress is claimed as an enemy knight’s betrothed, handmaiden Aelfhild knows it would be too dangerous for her lady; she must go in her place. But there’s more to the scarred knight than she first thought—she isn’t expecting to fall for him! As the line between friend and enemy blurs, Aelfhild realizes she might be protecting her mistress, but not her heart…

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This scene takes place shortly after Gui has caught up with Aelfhild and Lady Sigrun who are on the run from him.  Guy does not know it but they have swapped identities.  I’m mainly sharing this snippet as it is a useful pronunciation guide to his name.

Aelfhild knew without turning what expression she would see on the face of the man behind her. Aelfhild’s hair was flax. Sigrun’s was summer wheat. Her eyes were the blue of a summer sky, not a winter stream. She had a womanly figure and her father’s height. Aelfhild almost changed her plan

‘Here is your true bride,’ she should say. ‘See what a beauty you have really won.’

She couldn’t do that to Sigrun, though. It was not her fault she was beautiful and, in truth, it had never before this moment bothered Aelfhild to consider herself less so.

‘This is the Lady Aelfhild, my companion.’ She turned to the Breton who was, as she had predicted, gazing at Sigrun. She realised at that point that she could not remember his name, though he had given it to Hilde in front of the women. Embarrassed, she looked at him questioningly. ‘And you are?’

The Breton tore his eyes from Sigrun’s form.

‘Gui,’ he murmured, as if waking from a dream.

Aelfhild wrinkled her forehead. That did not sound quite right. The Breton blinked and took a step towards her.

‘Gui—Guil—Sir Gilbert du Rospez.’ He bowed deeply to both women. ‘Pardon me, I was not thinking, merely remembering a childhood diminutive. I am Gilbert du Rospez.’

Remembering nothing! Busy ogling Sigrun, Aelfhild thought with unaccustomed envy.

‘Well then, Sir Gilbert du Rospez.’ She rolled the unfamiliar words around her mouth, trying out his pronunciation: Geelberr du Rhopey.

He said nothing for a long time. Perhaps she was mangling his tongue too badly. He gave her a smile, his misshapen lips twisting and his eyes glinting. ‘It might be easier for you to call me Gui, Lady Sigrun, Lady Aelfhild.’

He inclined his head towards each woman as he spoke. Aelfhild and Sigrun exchanged a glance. Remembering to answer to the correct name was going to be a challenge!

Ghee. A little easier to say. She tried it and he smiled.

Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight is out in paperback and ebook on May 31st.

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Medieval Monday – Home Truths

The latest Medieval Monday was Author’s Choice.  I chose Home Truths, and a scene quite late on in the book  when Lucy had finally had enough of Roger’s hypocrisy and let rip at him.  I’m sharing the whole scene here of anyone who missed some of the snippets.

knife stabbed Roger’s chest, knocking the wind from him harder than if the blow had been real. He gripped the doorframe. He must have made a sound because the miller’s eyes focused on him.  ‘Wait your turn,’ the miller barked. ‘She hasn’t yet started on me.’

Lucy whipped her head round. Her face twisted with horror. She pointed a trembling hand at the door.

‘Get out!’

The miller jerked Lucy round to face him once more.

‘You’ve not even begun yet,’ he said harshly, putting his hands on her shoulders and attempting to force her to her knees.

Lucy looked over her shoulder at Roger.

‘I told you to leave.’ Her words turned to a sob.

Roger stepped forward and tugged her hand from the miller’s belt.  ‘You’re leaving with me.’

She wrenched free and ran from the room with her head down.

‘Where are you going?’ demanded the miller.

Roger bared his teeth in a warning growl to silence the man, then followed.  Lucy was running at full tilt towards the river and the road skirting round the town. She ignored Roger’s cry. He broke into a run and seized her by the arm.  She fought him, but Roger was not to be deterred.  He took her by the waist and held her tight, hands spread in the hollow of her spine. She wriggled in his arms like a dove trying to escape a hawk. He’d dreamed of holding her this close, the tantalising moments when they had come close to kissing had driven him wild, but this was not what he had imagined.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lucy asked through gritted teeth. ‘How did you find me?’

‘I won the game and the purse. I wanted to tell you, but you weren’t where I had left you,’ Roger said. Remembering the plans he had been making on his way there, he felt his temper surge.

‘Is that Robbie’s father?’

‘No!’ She stiffened in his arms.

‘Is he your lover?’  Was this the reason she had refused him? The miller already had a claim on her affections. Roger’s pride revolted at the idea that she would give herself to a repellent figure like Risby while refusing Roger. She refused to meet his eye, twisting her torso away from him. Roger took his hands from her waist and stepped back, his heart splitting in two.

‘I take it that means he is.’

Lucy made a sound of disgust. She fixed him with eyes full of contempt.  ‘Is that what you think love looks like? That says more about you than it does about me! Do you really think I could love a man like him? Don’t you know anything of me?’

Her lip trembled and her voice dropped to a whisper. Her eyes filled with tears that made Roger’s heart break. ‘I owe him money I haven’t got. He suggested another way I could pay the debt.’

Understanding flashed through Roger, followed by revulsion. Lucy was not doing this through love, or even desire.  It was a cold-hearted transaction. Roger wasn’t sure if this was worse or better than believing her in love.

‘You were going to give yourself to him?’

‘Not completely,’ Lucy protested. ‘There are other ways to satisfy a man, as I’m sure you know!’ She covered her face with her hands.

‘All the time I’ve lived under your roof I believed you a virtuous woman,’ Roger muttered. ‘Now I discover I could have bought an hour’s tumble if I’d had the money.’

‘The commodity is mine to do with as I please.’ Lucy’s eyes were now free of the tears he had seen threatening to spill and were full of icy fury.

‘Is that how you view your body?’ Roger asked in disgust.

‘Isn’t it how men see it?’ She drew herself up to her full height, shoulders back, causing her breasts to jut forward in a way that Roger could not ignore.

‘You’d have paid if you thought that might allow you to wet your staff, you just admitted it. How many women like me have you swived in your time? How many do you think wanted to be doing it? Did you ever stop to wonder why they took your money?’

‘I rarely had to pay them.’

‘Not in coins, perhaps,’ Lucy muttered.

Roger thought of the women in his past. Kitty, the maid at Lord Harpur’s house, even Joanna who he had never persuaded to do more than kiss and fumble, to say nothing of the handful of women he could barely even remember.  A pang of loneliness shot through Roger.  ‘Are you suggesting they only accepted my attentions for what I gave them? I always assumed they had loved me.’

‘That’s my point!’ Lucy shouted. ‘Perhaps they cared for you, perhaps they felt forced, but you never asked. It never occurred to you that you had to. At least I’m honest enough not to pretend I care for Risby and I know he cares nothing for me. Tell me, what I should have done instead? How should I survive with no money and no one to help me?’

Lucy flung an arm out violently towards the miller’s house. ‘It doesn’t matter who you are, poor men like him…rich men like you…like Robbie’s father…’

She swept closer to him, trembling with anger, her cheeks scarlet. ‘You use women like me until you’ve had enough, then you leave us to mend our lives and reputations as best we can.’ She wrapped her arms around herself, trembling violently. ‘You have no idea what it costs me to do this. How I die inside each time, wishing it would be over. You dare to sit in judgement over me? How dare you!’

In the face of her bile, Roger recoiled. How had this changed from his abhorrence at what she had done to her attacking him?

‘If the woman you fathered a bastard on hadn’t died in childbirth, would she be doing anything different to me now? How many of those others did she lie with willingly and how many so she didn’t starve?’

Her words knocked the strength from Roger. He shook his head, unable to defend himself against her accusations.

‘You have nothing to say? From the moment you met me you did your best to talk me into your bed.’

‘I tried to get you into bed, but I wanted you to come willingly,’ Roger protested. ‘I wanted it to mean something.’

‘Mean something? To you or to me?’ She laughed. She actually laughed, loud and shrill, until Roger understood it was no laugh at all, but pain escaping in an alarming flood of emotion.

‘I know you want me and you know I want you, too. I’ve resisted you and tried to ignore the feelings and desires I know will only lead to misery but it hasn’t been easy.’

She reached out and put her hands on Roger’s face, fingers spreading to caress his cheeks.  The gesture was so unexpected after her venomous outburst that Roger accepted her touch without thinking. She looked into his eyes, piercing his soul with her intensity.

‘Now you know what sort of woman I am, do you still want me?’

He did. Despite what he had seen, the thought of touching her ran like molten iron through his blood. She was in his arms, her breasts pushing against his chest, sending a surge of longing through him. His lips craved hers…

‘You have money now. Will you spend your winnings on rutting in my bed?’

She ran a hand slowly from his cheek down his chest to settle at his waist. He gasped as lust riddled his body, instantly hardening him. Her eyes briefly flitted down and she looked into his eyes triumphantly.

‘Should I do that for you instead and use your money to pay him?’ she breathed.

Roger growled in revulsion as the blood that had raced hot became ice. He clenched his jaw, only realising as she whipped her hands away that Lucy would have felt the tension through her fingers. She gave one distraught sob before she turned on her heel and ran. The sound ripped Roger’s heart from his chest, leaving him hollow and the strength that had been ebbing since his exertions at the tilt failed him.

This time he let her go.

Blurb

The spy who sought refuge… When injured spy Sir Roger Danby comes asking for shelter at her inn, Lucy Carew is wary. He may be strikingly handsome, but the disgraced single mother has learned the hard way with men like him. Against her better judgment, she gives him refuge. Sir Roger has never been at the mercy of a woman before, and he’s never met one as mysterious and bewitching as Lucy. He hasn’t come looking for redemption, but Lucy is a woman who could reach in and touch his closely guarded heart…

Redeeming the Rogue Knight is available online in the following places

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Medieval Monday with Elisabeth Hobbes

It’s the final week of Medieval Monday and all the authors involved are sharing the final excerpt from our own stories.  If you’ve been following Roger and Lucy around the blogs you’ll know she is far from happy with him, and with good reason.

She ran a hand slowly from his cheek down his chest to settle at his waist. He gasped as lust riddled his body, instantly hardening him. Her eyes briefly flitted down and she looked into his eyes triumphantly.

‘Should I do that for you instead and use your money to pay him?’ she breathed.

Roger growled in revulsion as the blood that had raced hot became ice. He clenched his jaw, only realising as she whipped her hands away that Lucy would have felt the tension through her fingers.

She gave one distraught sob before she turned on her heel and ran.

The sound ripped Roger’s heart from his chest, leaving him hollow and the strength that had been ebbing since his exertions at the tilt failed him.

This time he let her go.

Blurb

The spy who sought refuge… When injured spy Sir Roger Danby comes asking for shelter at her inn, Lucy Carew is wary. He may be strikingly handsome, but the disgraced single mother has learned the hard way with men like him. Against her better judgment, she gives him refuge. Sir Roger has never been at the mercy of a woman before, and he’s never met one as mysterious and bewitching as Lucy. He hasn’t come looking for redemption, but Lucy is a woman who could reach in and touch his closely guarded heart…

 

If that has whetted your appetite you can get hold of Redeeming the Rogue Knight online by following one of these links.

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Medieval Monday with Sherry Ewing

Welcome to my penultima Medieval Monday.  Today I have the amazing Sherry Ewing with me, and an excerpt from Only For You: The Knights of Berwyck, A Quest Through Time Novel (Book 2).

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“Enough, Marguerite!” Riorden declared, holding up his hand to silence any further speech. He turned to his brother. “Gavin, please do me the favor of escorting our ladies from the stench of this place and see if the Garrison Hall is in any better shape. I will not allow Katherine to become ill from the filth residing within these walls. ’Til this hall meets my approval that it has been sufficiently cleaned, it remains off limits to Katherine and Brianna.”

You can read the next snippet on Sherry’s blog next week but if you head over there now you can read my excerpt from Roger and Lucy’s story.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that true love conquers all only after the battle is over…

Katherine de Deveraux has it all or so she believes when she begins her life with her husband Riorden. But as she starts to settle into her duties as the Countess of Warkworth Castle, she finds that an easy life is not only difficult but downright dangerous to her well-being.

Consumed with the haunting memories of his father, Riorden must deal with his sire’s widow who just happens to also be his ex-lover. Yet how could he know just how far Marguerite is willing to go in order to have the life she feels they were truly meant to live?

Torn apart by circumstances neither Katherine nor Riorden could ever imagine, Time becomes their true enemy even while Marguerite continues her ploy to keep Riorden at her side. With all hope lost, will Katherine and Riorden find a way to save their marriage and have their happily ever after ending, or will Katherine be whisked back to where Time truly feels she belongs?

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Read the final snippet next week on Sherry’s blog at https://sherryewing.com/blog/

 

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